I have always been very complacent about my marriage. The more attention I paid to Joyce, the nicer she was to me. I liked that arrangement.On Friday ...afternoons, I usually tried to sneak out of work a little early. No special reason, just something I started to do years ago, and saw no reason to stop. No one ever seemed to complain. I got home, plopped myself into my easy chair, and heard my wife and daughter arguing in the kitchen. It was evident that they had no idea I was home. It was a. It had felt pretty good to suck his dick - prettydamn good. NO! I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. "NO, NO MORE! You're taking me to that wizard right NOW!" I stamped apetulant foot onto the ground, the redness showing on my cheeks."Na, I don't think so..." Ian exclaimed as he began to stroke his penis,knowing exactly what effect it was having on me.I tried my best to ignore it, but it was just so enticing, like a tastypopsicle that I just had to stick into my mouth. Wouldn't it be. I continued to avoid my father as much as possible and mostly kept out of trouble, but I knew a major confrontation and beating was inevitable and this reality slunk along beside me, a very dark shadow. I also realised my mother was eyeing me somewhat speculatively. She was a very intelligent woman and she knew there was something different about me but couldn’t put her finger on just what it was. I hoped that she would pass it off as part of puberty and growing up.In the meantime, I was. It all happened in what seemed like an instant: I took the plunge. It was brutal, I gagged hard as his giant head gaped my throat, but leaned in more, thinking I was through the rough part but gagged only harder as his seemingly endless length dragged along the trouble-spot as it went deeper and deeper into my lurching gullet. As tears sprang to my eyes, I realized that I could NOT take this giant dick lightly. In fact I could seriously injure myself if I tried to prove I could swallow the.